Curse you, Quaerion! Will you not meld out of the shadows and face my Orcs with honour? For shame! If only I had 17 more dexterity points.

this is pretty painful, honestly...

beakism sucks ass and doesn't know reality from fantasy...

I'm not stupid or an orc.

Halt! I, Quaerion, Lord of the Dark Elves, Protector of the Realm of Night, can see through any Orckish disguise! I see your true form, Orc!

Not quite certain what this is getting at. It doesn't say anything, it's not very descriptive, and it just kind of leaves one wondering what the point was.

You make me sick, necroscope. You are just like every other idiot who thinks they write meaningful poetry - you don't realise that a poem can just be a descriptive piece, without having some sort of 'message', and without being 'deep'. If you don't understand a poem, don't comment on it.

I understand that poetry can be merely descriptive, and if you read my comment completely you would see that I also noted that it didn't really do much of a job of describing anything, which is why I wondered what the point was.

Indeed.

But I think what you have to ask yourself is this: can you face the wrath of Quaerion, Lord of the Dark Elves?

There once was a poet called 'Beakism'/Who was strong once but then became weakism/For writing 'bout Elves/Filled all of his shelves/Which fell o'er, and injured his cheekism.

I, Kaerith, priestess of Rastbaxis, salute you.

I see where you're going with this, but it doesn't quite make it.

I think Concrete is still the strongest of your four poems.

You need to play less Warcraft III. Besides, my Gem of Seeing will make it so that my ghouls will rip your little elves to shreds.

Heh.
I like "cheekism" best.
I'll build a bunch of Cheekaurans and Cheekasaurases and they'll totally go to town on all these tiny people.

Awesome

Why bother? You're defeating yourself.